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Jim Poland bent forward more urgently, again seizing Cohen's wrist, and: "Huang Chow is a mighty big bug amongst the Chinese," he whispered, glancing cautiously about him. "He's hellish clever and rotten with money. A man like that wants handling. I'm not telling you what I know. But call it fifty-fifty and maybe you'll come out alive."
Cohen turned and bowed to the throne where Apleon sat, his face filled with a smile in which pride in his position and quizzical mirth at Cohen's allusion to the soundness of the Jewish position, were mingled. There was a slight movement among the kings, and other grandees, and amid murmurs of assent at Cohen's allusion to the Emperor, the member of the Royal confederation bowed to the throne.
Turner took a reading-glass and examined first one writing and then the other. "These words appear to have been written by the same hand," he said presently. "Lady Cohen's writing was peculiar, and it is difficult to be mistaken on the point, though I am no expert.
And with the thought of Cohen's supreme instantaneous response there followed with a rush of shame and self-humiliation that of his own narrow-mindedness, his mean prejudices, his hatred of the race, his questionings of Peter's intimacy, and his frequent comments on their acquaintance the one thing he could never understand in his beloved mentor. Again Isaac's words rang in his ears.
If anybody wants to sell goods to lady buyers they got to be up-to-date, ain't it? And so far what I hear it nobody told it me you made such a big success with lady buyers, neither, Abe." Abe shrugged his shoulders. "That ain't here nor there, Mawruss," he grunted. "The thing is this: if this young feller by the name of Tuchman does Miss Cohen's work as good as Miss Cohen does it I'm satisfied."
Cohen's Universal Emporium supplied the general public with ready-made clothing, and, twice a year, the travelling salesman of a New York tailoring firm visited Clarendon with samples of suitings, and took orders and measurements old Archie Christmas, who had not made a full suit of clothes for years, was able, by making and altering men's garments for the colonel's party, to earn enough to keep himself alive for another twelve months.
"He's telephoning to his Uncle Max Tuchman." Morris jumped to his feet, and on the tips of their toes they darted to the rear of the store. "All right, Uncle Max," they heard Ralph Tuchman say. "I'll see you to-night. Good-by." Abe and Morris exchanged significant glances, while Ralph slunk guiltily away to Miss Cohen's desk. "Let's fire him on the spot," Abe said. Morris shook his head.
"Would to God you and your people had your eyes open to the true character of that man, Lucien Apleon! If you had, you would see from your own prophets that he was prophesied to be your foe. Cohen's face was a picture of wondering amaze. Then will begin your awful tribulation, 'the time of Jacob's deadly sorrow. "It is in your own Scriptures, dear friend, if you would but see it.
It was clearly to be understood that Mordecai did not come up to the standard of sanity which was set by Mr. Cohen's view of men and things. "Does he belong to your family?" said Deronda. This idea appeared to be rather ludicrous to the ladies as well as to Cohen, and the family interchanged looks of amusement. "No, no," said Cohen.
Here's a statement from the Hamsuckett Mills, and it shows a debit balance of eleven hundred and fifty dollars what we owe them. Miss Cohen's figures is eleven hundred and forty-two." "That's in our favour already," Abe replied. "The Hamsuckett people must be wrong, Mawruss." "No, they ain't, Abe," Morris said. "It's Miss Cohen's mistake." "Mistake?" Abe exclaimed.
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